Written by Jacob Ibrag
On my way to work, all I see are characters. The nerd
who finally gets the girl. The dapper gentlemen who’s secretly a
spy. The girl sitting across from me who’s going through a phase. Maybe
she’s changing careers and is right on the cusp of a cliche movie eureka
moment. They pay no attention to me, an extra inhaling their oxygen.
I am the camera, I am a non place. I am late to my own rat race.
Photo by Ben Hope
Without passion in our hearts, humanity will suffer
Especially, when temperatures inside, reach freezing
Instead, show empathy, there’s no need to be tougher
I’m pretty sure we will find that, a lot more pleasing
Word of the Day – Passion
FOWC with Fandango – Empathy
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Temperature
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Love is a careless child
Her skin whiter than Winter snow and her trembling lips of soft pink tempted the fearless man.
His boldness lacked the confident of his youth. He had learned love is a careless child, promises are made and can be broken.
The woman gave him the gift of smile and hello. The woman knew men are weak. Men will fall at her feet with the wink of the eyes and tender words.
The wise man sat near the auburn hair beauty and he told her. You are so beautiful, too dangerous to be touched. You are wild like the Pacific ocean, cannot be controlled or held down. Your dancing blue eyes make me wish to be brave in the affliction of love.
The pretty woman laughed and she told him. Love can be as sweet as summer fruit and as bitter as a fresh-cut lemon. Please…
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I love you, I love you, I love you
I wanted new wars and adventure. You wanted soft hands in your hands, someone to hold you tightly in the coldness of the lonely night. You were my Scotland beauty attempting to slow down a man who could not learn retreat.
False illusions of perfect life blinded me. I learn too late, I was betrayed by my dreams. I had love and lost her. I would roam to the small lake and whisper. I love you, I love you, I love you. Secret words fleeing into the gentle breezes.
I told the young couple fighting in a tavern at Fort Lewis. The past is lost. You cannot return to where you are, better to hold on to silence and hold on tighter. Sweet woman saw in my eyes. Deep sorrow of things I have done. She thanks me. Young couple found…
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In the lives of many women
Being strong is not an option
It is a necessity!
In a world riddled with inequalities
In a world full of double standards
Standing up for yourself
Becomes a tool for survival.
In those tricky moments
In a blink of an eye
Push comes to shove
Pleasure turns to pain
Hurt and betrayal
Seems to fill the air
There she is, left standing alone
To fend for herself on her own.
It is then that she meets fear in the eye
Faces the dark side of humanity
Sensing power in her vulnerability.
Who says a woman is weak?
Watch her rise like a phoenix!
Tremendous is her tenacity!
Resourceful is her resiliency!
The strength of a woman
Braves through the rising storm
Daring beyond the hurt and pain
Fighting through the wrong doings
She moves on to heal and build
In hope and faith…
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Seeing them together
caused my pause
to write a gift for you
on scraps found. My pen
pulled my hand along
(it is braver than I).
It knows how to lay
my heart wide open,
like a prairie to the sky
nowhere to hide
expansive and still,
miles from adequate
for what I wish to give.
© Ali Grimshaw (rewrite 2019)
Take me down the road
You took me down before
Let me see the smile on your face
Take me there once more
Then I’ll be on my way
There’s nothing left to say
As I turn my back
And walk away
The scars you left that day
May heal, but will always stay
I will forgive you but never forget
Your last goodbye that day
~The Tennessee Poet~
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